Taken_ A Dark Mafia Romance - Piper Stone Page 0,16
could ask you the same question. This greenhouse isn’t well known, especially for people who’ve never been in the secret circle of the O’Brien family.”
“Secret circle,” he repeated. “Does that make you one of the fabulous few?”
I rolled my eyes. “One of the unlucky few.”
Sighing, he shifted his gaze toward the door.
“That didn’t answer my question,” I challenged. “In fact, you’re purposely avoiding my question.”
He lifted a single eyebrow, his gaze turning to something entirely carnal. “One demanding woman. I do enjoy a scintillating spar, although there can only be one winner.”
“Let me guess. You always win,” I said with defiance.
He lifted his hand, fingering the ruby on my necklace then daring to brush the tip of his finger across my jaw. “To answer your question, maybe, like you, I prefer smaller gatherings with friends instead of show and tell. I enjoy getting to know my guests... personally.”
The sound of his voice continued to send a shower of quivers dancing down my arms and legs, the electricity soaring. His nostrils flared as he feasted with his eyes, the slight huskiness in his breathing alluring. “Fair enough.” I found him irresistible on several levels, the bad girl inside of me craving defying my parents. “I couldn’t agree more.”
His chest heaved as he gazed down at me, the finger sliding down the nape of my neck. “A beautiful creature.” As he lifted my chin with a single finger, he offered a wry smile. “One to be devoured a morsel at a time.”
Everything was at a standstill as the electricity soared again, my entire body on fire.
“Over. And. Over. Again,” he added in a husky whisper.
As he captured my mouth, he swept his arm down my back, lifting me onto my toes. I slid my arms around him, entangling my fingers in his curly locks, the scent of him making me lightheaded. He was the man of deep, dark fantasies, the magnificent alpha male who abducted you in the middle of the night, refusing to take no for an answer.
The passion that erupted between us was explosive, heat searing our combined skin. He exuded all things powerful as he dominated my tongue, exploring the dark recesses of my mouth. Every part of the good girl inside was tossed away, a longing taking over. I could surrender to him easily, enjoying one glorious night of raw, unbridled sex.
Then I could walk away feeling satisfied.
Why did I have the feeling he might never let me go?
When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip, his eyes twinkling even more than the tiny lights. “Delicious.”
“Imagine the entire feast.”
The delight in the stranger’s eyes was unmistakable, his smile carved into a mischievous expression. “Be careful what you ask for, sweet lady. When I see something I want, I take it. No questions asked.”
His words kept adding fuel to the flames, allowing me in contemplate doing something sinful.
The crunch of gravel indicated we were no longer alone. I eased away, licking my lips. The taste of him would linger all night.
When the intruder cleared his throat, I glared toward the door.
Roberto stood in the doorway and even in the dim lighting, he was imploring in his mannerisms, a harsh look and a deep sigh. I’d run away like a bad little girl.
The asshole didn’t even need to make a nasty statement or a request. He simply motioned for me to follow him. He gave the stranger a solid onceover before walking outside where I knew he’d wait.
“Nice guy,” the stranger huffed.
“Another pompous asshole. Sadly, I guess the festivities are set to begin,” I whispered, giving the delicious and dangerous stranger one last glance before tossing back the rest of my champagne as he studied me intently. “For good measure.” I allowed my impulsive behavior to take over once again, grabbing his glass and downing the contents. When I returned it to his hand, the slight touch of our fingers created another wave of heat, my panties immediately damp.
“Perhaps we’ll meet again,” he said offhandedly. “And if so, there will be a feast fit for a king.”
“Or a queen,” I countered.
He smiled and winked. “I would suggest that you try and stay out of mischief. You do know what happens to bad girls who don’t follow the rules, now, don’t you?”
“Hmmm,” I teased.
Leaning in, his tone dropped to a dangerously husky level. “They get a hard spanking.”
“Being good wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?” I gave him a slight smile and walked out, still shuddering from the